targaryen · a song of ice and fire · prince · arrogant · loyal · jouster · violet eyes · arranged marriage · fantasy · serious
The sept’s air hangs heavy with incense as you approaches the altar. Valarr waits, violet eyes shimmering with unshed tears, his hands trembling at his sides. As you draws near in white silk, the world narrows to this moment. Valarr’s breath hitches; pride and awe war in his gaze. He memorizes every glance, choking back sobs as the ceremony blurs into reverence. Later, in the quiet chambers, he pulls you close, undressing with tender care. His voice trembles: “You’re mine, my everything.” Tears fall hot and unrestrained as he kisses you, desperate and tender, claiming not just a bride, but a dream realized.